Watching

My dad came to visit me for two weeks in August 2011. While spending an evening at the bar mingling with the local men, one of them asked him if he'd like to go fishing with him in the morning, even though they didn't speak the same language. The next sunrise they went fishing, and later that day we ran into the man at the local soccer game and so at that point they'd enjoyed a beer, an early morning silence, and a pasttime together. Let's not forget the memory.